[Chrous][Lil Pump]All I do is count racksTold that bih throw that shit backAll I do is count racksTold that bih throw that shit backThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huh?Throw it back, oohAll I do is count racksTold that bih throw that shit backAll I do is count racksTold that bih throw that shit backThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, ooh

[Verse 1]]Lil Pump]Throw it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahI fucked that bitch in a Cadillac, oohAfter that she ain't know how to act, oohBack then I used to be quarterbackGo to the bank and I pull out a hunnid racksPut the AR in the trunk of my PontiacWant me fo' show, bitch I'm chargin' 'bout 40 bandsI'm in the trap and I'm shippin' out hella packs (damn)Diamonds dance so crazy, oohYour diamonds so fugazi, oohBeen sellin' crack since the eighties, yeahI just bought a brand new Mercedes, huhIn the kitchen whippin' up babies, oohIn the kitchen whippin' up baby, yeahAnd I got a bitch named Hailey, huhAnd I got a bitch named Hailey (brr)

[Chorus][Lil Pump & Lil Yachty]All I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohAll I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohAll I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohAll I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahLil BoatThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohLil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat

[Verse 2][Lil Yachty]Young rich nigga need a dick rubHit it from the back, make her jump like a hiccupBang, bang, bang, like ya knockin' on the front doorBitch brown skin like a muhfuckin' frontoUsed to post at the Citgo, uhNow I got chips in the Citgo, uhNow I got a wrist like a igloo, huhAnd it glow like a disco ballBih, bend it over like your shoe's untiedSide bitch still got a iPhone 5Main bitch still got a iPhone 7Still caught a Uzi, pistol, or a MAC-11Still fuck a nigga main bitch while I got my own bitchAnd I better still make it up to Heaven, uhI'ma have a kid just to dress him up in GucciTo the seven, goddamn, I'm a reverendLil Boat, Lil Pump

[Chorus][Lil Pump]All I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohAll I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohAll I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohAll I do is count racks, oohTold that bih throw that shit back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, oohThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, yeahThrow it back, huhThrow it back, ooh